The Grief of Age - My Dying Bride

The terror of being

Left alone

Never leaves me

Unspeakables woes

Gather me

Up forever

To your breast

Morbid weather

Watch this face

Still a child

Eyes red raw

Aching and tired

Issue your

Delicate voice

Sing through me

Men are twice boys

Childrens waking fears

Of the supernatural

Choke their simple thoughts

And crush our simple minds

I feel sometimes

A hell within myself

The terror of

The piled earth

Hiding me

Will end this man forever